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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HANGING
"Are all ready?" The Chief asked his warriors that stood before him. There were twenty-two of them total. Each one had war paint on and held their choice of weapon in hand, be it a tomahawks, bow and arrows, or something else. The men all raised their weapons and yelled something in their native tongue in response. The Chief then gave the signal to move out.
The Chief turned to his daughter. "You stay." He ordered. Tiger Lilly wanted to argue with him but knew best not to. She nodded her head yes and the Chief turned, grabbed his axe, and led his men towards the Jolly Roger, Tinkerbell flying ahead of them. Tiger Lilly watched them go until their figures were no longer visible.
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Peter looked back up at his Lost Boys. The image of them all tedering on the mast high above caused fear to strike into him like a knife jabbed into his stomach, but he hid it from Captain Hook.
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Sweat trickled down each of the Lost Boy's foreheads. Each knew they were in great danger, the noose around their necks served as a persistent reminder. With their eyes covered, they all tried to rely on their ears to find out what was happening. They were so high above that they could not hear what was going on though. Earlier they could hear Peter and Captain Hook fighting, but now the shouts had stopped. Who won? If it was Peter, why hadn't he saved them yet?
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Peter scanned the line of Lost Boys. He calculated the distance between them and him.
"Not possible Pan." Peter turned his eyes back to Captain Hook. "If you even try to fly up there and cut hem down I'll give the signal to push them over. There's no way you can make it up there in time to save them all."
Peter didn't move. He continued to stare at Captain Hook, not attempting to hide his hatred for him. "Don't believe me? Let's have a demonstration then, Mr.-"
"NO!" Peter cut him off. Captain Hook turned his attention back to Peter.
"You've made your decision then?" Peter remained still for a moment, and then he slowly released his grip upon his knife. He stood up, allowing Captain Hook to remove himself from his blade. Then Peter dropped his knife, showing his defeat.
"I thought you'd see it my way." Captain Hook sinisterly said. "Seize him." Three large men grabbed Peter. He did not fight back; he couldn't risk the lives of the Lost Boys. The three burly men roughly tied him up while Captain Hook laughed, enjoying every moment of it.
"Oh Peter, one more thing." Captain Hook slowly raised his sword high in the air and then brought it back down quickly.
"Noooo!" Peter screamed as he looked up to see Captain Hook's men follow his signal. With wicked grins they pushed all of the boys off of the mast. "Noooo!" Peter struggled against the unforgiving ropes. In slow motion he saw their feet leave the mast. Then saw them kicking and squirming, fighting for their lives.
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The boys felt someone push them from behind. Before they knew it they were falling, then were abruptly stopped. The noose around each of their necks strangled them as they dangled from the mast.
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Peter dropped his head as he fell to his knees. There was nothing he could do. For the first time ever he was helpless.
"Cap'n, the Indians are comin'!" Peter quickly raised his head upon hearing the warrior cries of the Indians. Next he saw Tinkerbell sprinkle all of the Lost Boys with her pixie dust. Each of the boys began to float in the air, all fine.
"Grab him!" Captain Hook ordered. The three men that had tied Peter grabbed a hold of him. "Follow me." Captain Hook lead the way to his cabin, the men, carrying Peter, followed.
Captain Hook closed and locked the door behind them as the men threw Peter into one of the armchairs located in the room. "Tie him down." The men did as they were told. Peter struggled for his freedom but it was futile.
Captain Hook unlocked a cabinet and removed the map and feather from it. Peter narrowed his eyes at the map. What was he up to?
"Let's see them get to us now." Captain Hook said while he picked up the feather and began to alter the map.
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The warriors were almost to the Jolly Roger. There was over a dozen canoes making there way to the ship. Each shouted their war cries, striking fear into all of Captain Hook's crew. The crew scrambled for weapons and prepared for a fight while Mr. Smee readied the canon. As the first few canoes reached the ship, and the Indians began to climb up the side of it, the Jolly Roger began to tremble. The Indians clung onto the side of the ship as best they could as the ship suddenly began to rise up out of the water. The rocks beneath the water broke through the surface and rose into the air, the Jolly Roger on top of them.
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Captain Hook sinisterly laughed as he felt the ship rising up. "Try to get to us no-" he was cut off by a shout of agony piercing through the air. He looked up to see Peter Pan bent over in the chair, the cry of pain had escaped from him.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HANGING
"Are all ready?" The Chief asked his warriors that stood before him. There were twenty-two of them total. Each one had war paint on and held their choice of weapon in hand, be it a tomahawks, bow and arrows, or something else. The men all raised their weapons and yelled something in their native tongue in response. The Chief then gave the signal to move out.
The Chief turned to his daughter. "You stay." He ordered. Tiger Lilly wanted to argue with him but knew best not to. She nodded her head yes and the Chief turned, grabbed his axe, and led his men towards the Jolly Roger, Tinkerbell flying ahead of them. Tiger Lilly watched them go until their figures were no longer visible.
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Peter looked back up at his Lost Boys. The image of them all tedering on the mast high above caused fear to strike into him like a knife jabbed into his stomach, but he hid it from Captain Hook.
-----------------------------
Sweat trickled down each of the Lost Boy's foreheads. Each knew they were in great danger, the noose around their necks served as a persistent reminder. With their eyes covered, they all tried to rely on their ears to find out what was happening. They were so high above that they could not hear what was going on though. Earlier they could hear Peter and Captain Hook fighting, but now the shouts had stopped. Who won? If it was Peter, why hadn't he saved them yet?
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Peter scanned the line of Lost Boys. He calculated the distance between them and him.
"Not possible Pan." Peter turned his eyes back to Captain Hook. "If you even try to fly up there and cut hem down I'll give the signal to push them over. There's no way you can make it up there in time to save them all."
Peter didn't move. He continued to stare at Captain Hook, not attempting to hide his hatred for him. "Don't believe me? Let's have a demonstration then, Mr.-"
"NO!" Peter cut him off. Captain Hook turned his attention back to Peter.
"You've made your decision then?" Peter remained still for a moment, and then he slowly released his grip upon his knife. He stood up, allowing Captain Hook to remove himself from his blade. Then Peter dropped his knife, showing his defeat.
"I thought you'd see it my way." Captain Hook sinisterly said. "Seize him." Three large men grabbed Peter. He did not fight back; he couldn't risk the lives of the Lost Boys. The three burly men roughly tied him up while Captain Hook laughed, enjoying every moment of it.
"Oh Peter, one more thing." Captain Hook slowly raised his sword high in the air and then brought it back down quickly.
"Noooo!" Peter screamed as he looked up to see Captain Hook's men follow his signal. With wicked grins they pushed all of the boys off of the mast. "Noooo!" Peter struggled against the unforgiving ropes. In slow motion he saw their feet leave the mast. Then saw them kicking and squirming, fighting for their lives.
----------------------------
The boys felt someone push them from behind. Before they knew it they were falling, then were abruptly stopped. The noose around each of their necks strangled them as they dangled from the mast.
---------------------------
Peter dropped his head as he fell to his knees. There was nothing he could do. For the first time ever he was helpless.
"Cap'n, the Indians are comin'!" Peter quickly raised his head upon hearing the warrior cries of the Indians. Next he saw Tinkerbell sprinkle all of the Lost Boys with her pixie dust. Each of the boys began to float in the air, all fine.
"Grab him!" Captain Hook ordered. The three men that had tied Peter grabbed a hold of him. "Follow me." Captain Hook lead the way to his cabin, the men, carrying Peter, followed.
Captain Hook closed and locked the door behind them as the men threw Peter into one of the armchairs located in the room. "Tie him down." The men did as they were told. Peter struggled for his freedom but it was futile.
Captain Hook unlocked a cabinet and removed the map and feather from it. Peter narrowed his eyes at the map. What was he up to?
"Let's see them get to us now." Captain Hook said while he picked up the feather and began to alter the map.
-----------------------------
The warriors were almost to the Jolly Roger. There was over a dozen canoes making there way to the ship. Each shouted their war cries, striking fear into all of Captain Hook's crew. The crew scrambled for weapons and prepared for a fight while Mr. Smee readied the canon. As the first few canoes reached the ship, and the Indians began to climb up the side of it, the Jolly Roger began to tremble. The Indians clung onto the side of the ship as best they could as the ship suddenly began to rise up out of the water. The rocks beneath the water broke through the surface and rose into the air, the Jolly Roger on top of them.
-----------------------------
Captain Hook sinisterly laughed as he felt the ship rising up. "Try to get to us no-" he was cut off by a shout of agony piercing through the air. He looked up to see Peter Pan bent over in the chair, the cry of pain had escaped from him.
